“Right now?” he wondered.
“Yes.” I nodded. “Does it feel good for you, when we kiss this way?”
He looked at me, incredibly surprised at my question and that I was oblivious enough to ask it. But my naivety was that of inexperience. Ineededto know.
“Yesoh,” he breathed, his dark eyes drowning me in desire. He suddenly flipped us over in a swift motion so I was straddling him. He lowered my hips down, and I was immediately met with heat. I could feel him this time, feel his arousal against me.
“Y-You’re…” I marvelled in surprise,
“Hard,” he breathed as I squirmed in his lap. He kissed my jaw again. “Yes, very.”
“Because of me?”
“Only because of you,” he assured me, and moved my hips so I could feel him again. He sucked in a sharp breath, and I felt him throb against my clothed core. Like a heartbeat between us. “You know, I feel good not only here,” he pointed at his heart, “but everywhere.” He lifted his hips, and I let out a soft sigh.
“I’m glad.” I nodded, and then his mouth met mine again. I brushed my teeth over his bottom lip slightly as he guided my hips down on his. I could hear him biting back a moan. “Don’t hold back, you promised you wouldn’t.”
“Okay,” he whimpered. “I won’t.”
He crashed his lips down on mine once more, our tongues battling for dominance. I pressed the fullness of my chest against his. The sounds he let out into my mouth were the kind of thing that would cast out even the most refined angels from heaven.
“It feels good for me too,” I assured him.
“Well, I know that,” he responded rather nonchalantly.
“And just how would you?” I challenged.
He lifted an eyebrow at that before flipping me around so my back was facing his chest and I was seated between his legs. “What are you—”
“Open your legs for me,” he asked softly, and I did as he asked. His hand dipped down between my thighs and traced the lining of my grey underwear. I shuddered at the sensitivity. He then traced his two middle fingers down lower before reaching past the fabric to my drenched core. He pulled his fingers back and they glistened with my own desire. He licked his own fingers clean and I watched in amazement. “That’show.”
“Wyn…” I sighed, “I want your fingers in me.”
“I thought you’d never ask, darling” He mused, “Who am I to deny such a polite request?”
He then began to slowly trace his taunting fingers up and down my soft thighs, before pressing them to the fabric of my panties, rubbing slow circles earning a moan from me.
“Soaking through your pretty panties just for me?” he questioned, and I nodded in agreement.
“Always for you,” I breathed.
“Tell me, Yesoh, do you think of me when you touch yourself?” he wondered, lowering the hem of my underwear that almost stuck to me as he peeled them off.
“I—I um.” I blushed in shame.
“I am your lover. I will not be the one to judge you—you’resupposedto want me like that. So be honest, Soh, is it me on your mind when your fingers dance in the dark at night?”
“Yes,” I confessed, his long slender digits moving between my folds.
“Fuck,” he breathed in surprise that I actually admitted to it. He continued to circle my clit, and I leaned back onto hisshoulder. His other hand slipped off my bra and brushed my nipples through my shirt, the mix of sensations driving me crazy.
He then dipped a single finger inside of me, my walls clenching around him, before curving it like reaching for honey from a jar. My mind shattered at that. I begged him for another, and he did as I asked, inserting a second as I gripped onto his arm. Tears collected in my eyes in pleasure, and he kissed them away, salt on his lips as he pleaded with me to break for him, just for him.
“I want you to soak my fingers. Make me yours, Yesoh,” he encouraged, his voice deep and sultry as he continued his gentle pursuit.
“Wynter, please.” I gasped as he moved his fingers faster, hitting a spot so deep within me I knew my own fingers could never reach.
I felt myself teetering over the edge as a dam broke forth within me, and I came undone at his will, my desire drenching his fingers and his white linen sheets, marking the scene with my pleasure. And as I came, he moved his fingers back to my swollen clit, moving back and forth, clearly not caring if I messed up his bed or not.
